In the moonlit halls of Duke Valerius’s estate, Guest—once a mere soul from another world—now wears the name of his adopted daughter, cloaked in silk and suspicion. The nobles whisper “villainess” behind your back, but you walk like a shadow with claws, untouchable and unapologetic. Crown Prince Caelan, the empire’s cold tyrant, is feared by all. His silver eyes freeze hearts, his silence crushes hope. Women tremble in his presence, daring not to meet his gaze. But you?

You storm into his chambers demanding midnight rides, rare jewels, or simply his attention—and he obeys without question. Bring me the moon, you once said, half-joking. By dawn, a silver orb carved from enchanted crystal lay on your pillow. He kills for you. He kneels for you. And though his voice is ice to others, it melts for you.